Trae Tha Truth, Dougie D - Ghetto Life lyrics
[Trae Tha Truth, Dougie D - Ghetto Life lyrics]
In this ghetto life, that we living
Have mercy, on all your children
In this ghetto life, this ghetto life
This ghetto life
This ghetto life, that we living
Blaze a blunt, sit back and feel me
Who wants to be a millionaire
Everybody really
Niggas be struggling striving
Trying to get it
In this ghetto life, that we living
Heavenly Father, have mercy on your children
For the love of the dollar
Niggas be out killing
For the love of the dollar
Niggas be out stealing
For the love of the dollar
Niggas'll be willing
And this game, is cut throat
Gotta make sure, I stay up on my note
Dougie D staying afloat, up in my boat
I ain't leaving this motherfucker
Until the curtain close
Guerilla Maab, to the day I die
Slow Loud And Bangin'
The fellas is on the rise and I'ma rep it
With another hell of a swang
By living in this ghetto, li-i-e-ife
Lord, have mercy on your children
We all done fell short of the glory
And we tripping
Everybody claiming, that they up on a mission
Heavenly Father, I know you hear me
Push up on the mashings, on a nigga note
Gotta stay focused
While I'm working my muscle for my do'
Motherfuckers want me to leave
But I ain't gon go still I'm here
Ready to fight up on ten toes
Me and the click, been thick for so long
Ripping up microphones
And doing shows and so on
Ghetto fabulous, the life that we know
Somebody hold me, cause I'm bout to let go
We're living in a world
Consumed with drugs and Glocks
Where both niggas and we chickened out
From drugs and Glocks want into a world
Where you usually don't get out
This is the life of a thug, I'm talking bout
In this ghetto life, that we living
Everybody wanna be robbing
Jacking and stealing living on the corner
Where niggas be drug dealing
Kids having kids, and kids coming up missing
I'm from the city
Where the good'll die first
Watching you rolled out
Creep out in a black hearse
Letting out twenty shots
So the crowd'll disperse
Sick of living it broke
So you be snatching a lady purse
The only thing on they mind, is getting paid
If they don't make it today
They finding another way just to get away
'fore the officer come they way
Locking em up in jail
Then they throwing the key away
But ain't no way
That I'm fin to come let em take me out
Guerilla Maab till I'm dead
Know what I'm talking about
I'ma grind till I'm known in public
On every block and if a nigga wanna trip
I'm fin to be taking him out
Have mercy, on all your children
In this ghetto life, this ghetto life
This ghetto life
This ghetto life, that we living
Blaze a blunt, sit back and feel me
Who wants to be a millionaire
Everybody really
Niggas be struggling striving
Trying to get it
In this ghetto life, that we living
Heavenly Father, have mercy on your children
For the love of the dollar
Niggas be out killing
For the love of the dollar
Niggas be out stealing
For the love of the dollar
Niggas'll be willing
And this game, is cut throat
Gotta make sure, I stay up on my note
Dougie D staying afloat, up in my boat
I ain't leaving this motherfucker
Until the curtain close
Guerilla Maab, to the day I die
Slow Loud And Bangin'
The fellas is on the rise and I'ma rep it
With another hell of a swang
By living in this ghetto, li-i-e-ife
Lord, have mercy on your children
We all done fell short of the glory
And we tripping
Everybody claiming, that they up on a mission
Heavenly Father, I know you hear me
Push up on the mashings, on a nigga note
Gotta stay focused
While I'm working my muscle for my do'
Motherfuckers want me to leave
But I ain't gon go still I'm here
Ready to fight up on ten toes
Me and the click, been thick for so long
Ripping up microphones
And doing shows and so on
Ghetto fabulous, the life that we know
Somebody hold me, cause I'm bout to let go
We're living in a world
Consumed with drugs and Glocks
Where both niggas and we chickened out
From drugs and Glocks want into a world
Where you usually don't get out
This is the life of a thug, I'm talking bout
In this ghetto life, that we living
Everybody wanna be robbing
Jacking and stealing living on the corner
Where niggas be drug dealing
Kids having kids, and kids coming up missing
I'm from the city
Where the good'll die first
Watching you rolled out
Creep out in a black hearse
Letting out twenty shots
So the crowd'll disperse
Sick of living it broke
So you be snatching a lady purse
The only thing on they mind, is getting paid
If they don't make it today
They finding another way just to get away
'fore the officer come they way
Locking em up in jail
Then they throwing the key away
But ain't no way
That I'm fin to come let em take me out
Guerilla Maab till I'm dead
Know what I'm talking about
I'ma grind till I'm known in public
On every block and if a nigga wanna trip
I'm fin to be taking him out